"Whispers of the Woods"

In the tranquil woods where whispers breeze,

Amidst the sway of ancient trees,

A graceful vision, both wild and meek,

The majestic deer, so gentle and sleek.

With coats adorned in hues of earth,

They wander free, a sight of worth,

Their fragile frames in nature's embrace,

Bound by elegance, adorned with grace.

Their antlers rise, a regal crown,

Adorning nature's royal gown,

A symbol of strength, both fierce and bold,

Yet in their eyes, a story untold.

Through dappled glades, they swiftly roam,

Guided by instincts, they call their own,

Silent steps on mossy ground they tread,

Leaving no trace where they've led.

In twilight's veil, they come alive,

Like whispers dancing, they strive,

To find their solace beneath the moon,

Where shadows dance to a lullaby tune.

In ancient rituals, they converge,

A gentle dance, a sacred urge,

Their hearts unite in a primal plea,

A timeless rhythm of harmony.

But amidst the beauty, a poignant plight,

Where nature's balance dims in light,

For humankind's reach extends too far,

The deer's realm dwindles, marred by scar.

Yet, let us strive to preserve their home,

Where they may wander, forever roam,

For in their presence, we find a tale,

Of resilience, grace, and nature's unveiled.

Oh, deer of the wild, may you endure,

In forests vast and lands secure,

A symbol of serenity, forevermore,

In our hearts, your spirit we'll adore.